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| Re: Character List Name: Skyru Age: 11 Race: Kokiri/Dragon Gender: Male Hair: The hair has three large long spikes heading towards the left, and one short spike towards the right. His hair is a vivid shade of light brown. Eyes: He has a deep and sparkling medium blue shade eyes. Weight: 36kg Height: 1.62 metres tall Theme songs: General: Grow up Battle: Dragon Ball Z battle remix Important battle: One winged angel Weapon: Dragon Wing: A Completely red blade, with many sharp extra points, and triforces encrypted on these areas. It has the ability to control fire and light as an element. Strengths: Can fly with his one wing, and breathes fire, and even shoots beams of light. He can defend himself by using his wing as a shield as well. His head is also rock hard and he can resist all levels of heat. His unusual emotion cause him to be completely uninhibited and does not hold back his power for emotional reasons. Weakness: Is utterly unprotected against hammers, and are a complete hzarard. He is also light framed, making him easy to knock around. And he cannot recover from finishing combos easily. If his hair is pulled, it is excrutiatingly painful due to his long hair. He is weker in the cold as he is better in heat. If his wing is wet, it is inactive, the element ice is his weakness. Skills/Magic: ( Down below) Neon Blaze/ Glows in light, which also burns like fire and dashes like a meteor right into the opponent. Rapid Purge/ rapidly shoots orbs of light in every direction, out of the weapon which lasts for roughly 10 seconds. And it harms all that they collide with. Blaziria/ Launches a thick and wide beam of fire forward out of his sword and continues for as long as the user’s energy can keep up, it incinerates all along it’s way Ultima Arrow/ after using Dragon morph In order to get a Bow, The neon Arrow Blizzard Arrow and Blaze Arrow fuse into one light arrow, which is even more powerful, and also absorbs energy around it, and after charging enough, fires at light speed, extending to far reaches, and is so powerful, may even harm the user. Dragon Morph/ The Dragon wing weapon can transform into one of the following: Fire Bow, Dragon wing guitar, Dragon Boomerang, Dragon Shield, Dragon Hammer( Used with caution), Blaze Arrow, Blizzard and Neon arrow and Into another wing. Songs: These songs are played on the Dragon wing guitar: Melody of Morphing: Telaports away on dragon wings. Dragon's Ballad: The song that represents dragons Appearance: Ok, I have already described Hair and eyes and sword in other sections, so I’ll get straight to the point. He has quite a large Mouth with sharp crunching teeth. He wears a short sleeve blue Jacket that has Zippers across the stomach vertically and horizontally and right on the sleeve. He also has red markings in various areas. He wears Shorts with Zippers across the thighs and underneath a red zigzag on both sides. He also has short cut open gauntlets on both hands, a huge red dragon wing on his right side. And for shoes, he wears royal ugg boots, which are yellow at the bottom rim, and the top rims, and they are marked with the triforce. He also has shoulder pads of iron steel. His garb is rather complicated, so here is a picture.  Personality: He is heroic, brave, yet unusually childish. Most of the time he is in a cheerful disposition. He fears little, so he usually runs into danger without hesitation, however he is not completely oblivious, and usually speaks his mind and is always honest. He is quite innocent, but he can comprehend older emotions such as peer pressure and romance yet he neglects these emotions, due to his hybrid of breeds making him lack in certain emotional aspects. He would usually answer “I don’t do couple stuff.” Or “Nah, I stay single” If ever asked out. As he is usually outgoing and does not hide his true feelings, no matter how much trouble it gets him into. If insulted, he would usually resort to violence, as he has an unusually intense hatred of those who bully the weak and helpless. So he will always take heroic action if somebody was in danger. He neglects affection, and pushes it away no matter what the circumstance. He is also quite violent if confronted menacingly. He is also quite carefree and does not think very far into the future. Unless in battle. He is determined and completes whatever he puts his mind too. And never gives up. He is also even more determined to practice on his guitar and train for battle and practices daily everywhere around Hyrule. He is also friendly around friends, but loathing of enemies. He forgives those truly sincere and sorry. He cares deeply about friends, and puts them before all. Biography: (Here I will write the history of Skyru and how he came to be.) It was a day of extreme brightness at roughly noon. Death Mountain was gradually becoming uneasy, by at least 7, the mountain could be heard from Hyrule field, and by 11:24 it rang out the entire Hyrule and shook Hyrule as well. Suddenly by midnight, a giant tower of lava rose from the Volcano. When the lava cleared, a baby floated by dragon wings, it hovered down gracefully. Darmunia climbed the mountain as he was obligated to examine the sight due to the fact that he was leader. However when he reached the top, the dragon child was fast asleep yet it’s wings were still flapping, Surprisingly the child already had a full head of hair. And he was slightly floating in mid-air as his wings were still flapping. Suddenly, the wings flew him down towards the temple of time and he just phased through the barrier straight into the realm of time. Rauru extended knowing this child was the one born in flames, and to summon light. “Ah! This is the long awaited Skyru.” The child’s left wing was slowly fading away from it’s joint, and soon became floating pixels. These pixels then became the Blade the Dragon Wing. The Master sword from its pedestal faded and was replaced by the dragon wing. “Hmmm… The Master Sword will only return once Skyru has drawn the Dragon Wing. Then the hero of time’s journey can begin.” This child shan’t travel through time though. “He will remember this, once he has reached a suitable age, and awakes from a 10 year slumber.” Rauru faded away into the darkness. 10 Years later Slowly Skyru awoke, he found that he was in clothes.( The ones described beforehand.) “Rauru” Skyru muttered.” Where are you?” Rauru showed himself. Skyru knew what he had to do. “Wait Skyru, when you have drawn this sword, the Dragon Wing, you will leave the realm of time. If you are to re-enter, be aware you will be in an alternate dimension. A hide-away, you can live there. But it won’t activate until the sword is drawn.” Skyru began. “What… what is my purpose?” Rauru replied.” You will find out as you go along. Travel to the Kokiri forest, you belong there. You are part Kokiri as well as dragon.” Skyru had now fully awoken and had a childish grin on his face, “So I’m super! I am like a cool missing link!” “Yes, simply remain there for a year, and when you are 11 and can age no longer, your destiny will unfold.” Rauru replied. “Ciao!” Skyru remarked with a smile, and he drew the sword. 1 Year later in Kokiri Forest Skyru was awoken by other Kokiri. “Happy Birthday!” They yelled! Skyru smiled.” Yeah! It’s time for my destiny to unfold!” Skyru was greeted by a red fairy! “Hi I am Zaiku! I am your fairy now…” Skyru replied “Cool! Do you by any chance be the one who hold my destiny?” It nodded and signalled Skyru to follow. At the temple of time “What happens now?” Skyru asked “That home you were told about…” The realm leads you not there anymore. But to a battle school! You must train to become a great hero.” “YEAH!!!” Skyru exclaimed echoing out the temple. He and Zaiku ran forward and dashed into the portal.
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| Approved By Aex Brom: (Note: This is not the Brom from the 'Eragon' book series.) ------------ Name: Brom (Unknown) Age: 1267 years. (Has a look of a 49 year old man.) Race: Mostly Human, but has some elf. (That is why he is so old.) Gender: Male Height: 6'.5" Weight: 180lbs. Eyes: Gray. Weapons: Brom, carries the a Sniper's Bow. He also has a sturdy sword that is weak to the heat. He has a few throwing daggers that he uses for short ranged run aways. Strengths: One, Of Broms powers coms from his memories of a dear loved one. It was not a wife nor son or daughter. It was a girl. He had deep feelings for her. Yet, she did not know that. Her name was 'Amesrie'. Soon after he had asked her for marriage she was slaughtered by the 'Fierce', a large race that are like Orcs, but with tusks that can be up to two feet. After, Brom found out about her death, Well, we'll get into that in the 'Background' section. Brom also gets a Strength from the Snow. Each snow, he could gain more energy; he could run a great distance. Something about it made him stronger. Weaknesses: A weakness. Something that Brom tried to fight off but couldn't. He cannot go within a mile from the Village...She...Was killed at. He also has a weakness of smoke. Inlike, Other people, If smoke got into Broms lungs, It wouldn't Just kill him. First it could send off a scent that the 'Fierce' can detect from a length of seven miles. As said in the 'Weapons' his sword is weaker in the heat of lava or any other heat that over passes the heat of Daylight. Companions: Brom, has a Squirrel Monkey named 'Ralph' He does not fight, but keeps Brom company. Personality: Ahh, The personality is where Brom is most secretive. His personality alone like. He may something you find funny, but he will say it with not even the slightest grin. He lives alone, (Besides of Ralph.) and has no problem mocking anybody, Kings, even Lords and Emperors! That is all I can give of Brom, for the rest is for me and Brom to know... Armors: Brom does not wear 'Mail' or any heavy armor. He is wears only cloth and leather, hides of animals and wool are one of his choices too. His tunic is the 'Tunic of the dreftine' (Dreftine are boar raptor animals.) His pants are the 'Leggings of the war bat' (Which is a large bat, used in wars mostly.) His gauntlets are the 'Gauntlets of the Eagle' And his boots, the 'Thick boots of the mountain cougar'. Magic: Ahh, magic is just a hard to say as Broms personality. His magic is from the elves. For example 'Brisingr!' (Just a Coincidence, from the book 'Eragon') Means fire. Allowing Brom to shoot fire and or make fire. 'Resl tinth resah' Means 'Roots from the tree' which allows Brom to strangle-hang-and pull under enemies if they are nearby a tree. He uses the words from the elven tribes, to use as Powers. Rock is 'Treadits ' etc. Background: Well, Brom is the son of 'Jusar' (Slight elf) and 'Cassy' both murdered. When he found out that his beloved was murdered. He went on a hunt for the 'Fierce'. He found there camp, watching them rip away at the meat of humans. He was greatly disturbed. He got to the rim of the camp and hid himself behind the tents. He opened a tent with no 'Fierce' in it. He examined around and found the necklace of his beloved. A tear poured down his eye. He grew the rage and whispered violently "Brisngr." The camp caught on fire and the Fierce took notice. Their screams and howls were loud but Brom ignored all of it, he slashed away at all of the 'Fierce' he killed all of them, all left with a detached head. Blood dripped off the end of his sword, And his chin. He took the necklace out of his pocket and cried with grief. Brom, was born in the land of 'Envilmär" a elven and human land. It spread Far across the maps. As a boy he dreamed of flying, he had a nag for making new things. He also was in love with Story's of the gnomes, Dwarfs, elves. He was trained by a Elder of the elf tribe. 'Her' name was 'Massa' she was very old. Her courage and trust in Brom made her believe he could bring Envilmär to piece from the 'Fierce'. As Brom grew old he moved to a town called 'Thesslewind' it was a small town right outside of a bigger one, There he took up selling potions he made with his high Alchemy skills. He didn't get much money but he was fine with the way he was living. Brom is secretive person. So thats his biography. Bow/Sword Skills: Broms sword skills are fast, he was one of the fastest, he could twirl his Blade within two seconds. His sharp sniping skills with his Bow we're as good as his master, He could hit a fly from even A hundred feet away! Hmm...He's just extremely good at sword and bow. Appearance: Coming soon... Mount: Broms Mount. Has been with him ever since he was a child. His name is 'Rec' It is a Ram. A Very large Ram only found in the snow mountains of 'Des Freuse'. It's Appearance: It's size and look is this, Here. But it's color is this, Here. Alchemy Potions: Potion of The Lions Strength-  (Increaces Energy by 25%)-Potion Of The Water Breathing-  (Increaces breath holding for an additional 40sec.)-Potion of the Living-  (Heals target's health 50%)-Potion of Respite- (Revives Target filling 50% of additional health.)- Herbalism Journal- This. Details: This book helps Brom identify herbs, It is a thick book that he keeps in his pack. Accessories: Brom, he has a medium size pack that he keeps his potions, Herbs, Journals, Gold silver and copper crowns. He also has a pare of Extra gloves, The same kind. And of course, his 'Quiver'. ------------------ ------------------ Fin.
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| Re: Character List Sorry about not posting here earlier, I forgot to...  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beware, it's long. Name: Amira Age: Approximately 130, although because of her race, she appears to be about 18. Race: Elf Sex: Female Hair: Bright yet natural red, usually pulled back in tight braid starting mid-way down her back. Her hair is long and by long, it is about waist length (it reaches her waist) Eyes: Bright green. Weight: 110 pounds Height: 5’8 (five foot 8 inches). Weapon: Amira usually wields a long sword, approximately two and a half feet long with a hilt of about six inches . This sword emits a blue aura. Because of Amira’s talents, she knows exactly where the sword is at all times. Another of her weapons includes a mahogany bow enlaced with gold and adorned in rubies and emeralds. The arrows she uses are also made of mahogany, although she can also form arrows out of air or water through her advanced talent of telekinesis Armor: Nothing, except for a telekinetic shield Amira can summon, although it drains her energy at an amazing rate. Strengths: Water. Whenever Amira is near a water source, she can regain her energy. Another of her strengths is her home area of Aphinia. Aphinia is an enormous country mostly covered a magic wood in which Amira was born. When in Aphinia, Amira can use telekinesis without it draining energy. Some of her talents include telekinesis, swordsmanship, and archery. Along with the other previously stated talents, Amira is also quite skilled at the art of horseback riding. When riding her horse, Amira becomes stronger at telekinesis because of the fact that her and her horse can mix both of their telekinetic powers together. Weakness: Amira has many, many weaknesses, some of which are to be listed below. She is not able to use her magic close to fire. She is also not skilled at physical battles (fist-fighting). Because of this, she refrains from physical conflicts as much as possible. Also, if her horse Epiphany is murdered, Amira dies too. The last of the many quick deaths that can befall Amira is if the necklace bestowed upon her neck is removed when outside of Aphinia. In a way, it is her life-source, as well as her people’s life source. Therefore, if you were to remove any of her people’s necklaces, they would die immediately, if and only IF they happened to be traveling outside of Aphinia. This crystal is a fragment of a gigantic crystal residing in Aphinia’s central town of Bea’ Armoire. This is mainly because of the diamonds that are inlaid in them. When sleeping, Amira is plagued by horrid memories of her childhood and now is trying to find answers behind the many secrets that ensue her dreamworld every night. Skills/Magic: Amira has been bestowed with psychic/telekinetic powers. She can form objects out of just about anything, but is strongest when dealing with water and/or air. When using her powers, she can also change the form of plants such as trees. When near a water source, Amira can also tap into her healing powers. Appearance: Amira has near-perfect facial features. Because of her race, she can live through many years without aging at all. Her hair goes down to her waist, as stated previously. On special occasions, Amira wears an intricate golden circlet adorned in emeralds and a long emerald or cream-colored gown with bright red and gold designs coming up from the bottom. When on trips through Aphinia, Amira wears either a cream-colored dress with an impenetrable layer of chain-mail beneath it, or a short green outfit of an emerald-colored cotton shirt and skirt reaching her mid-thigh with matching forest-green boots. On her delicate neck lies a golden necklace embedded with but one enormous pink diamond. Personality: Amira is respectful with everyone she meets, as long as they return the favor and mean no harm. If they do mean any form of harm, then Amira would know it because of her psychic abilities. When in a physical battle, Amira usually is the first to attack. Because of her poor physical ability, when it comes to fist-fighting, Amira does the most damage at the first punch, while the opponent does not know it. She also uses her telekinetic and psychic abilities to get the opponent off their guard (i.e. hallucinations, shifting the ground on which the opponent stands, changing the surrounding area to distract the opponent, etc.) She also uses the surrounding objects at her advantage (making roots come out of the ground and tangling the opponent’s feet, causing hail, forming a weapon out of any surrounding material, etc.) Amira enjoys anything natural. When in Aphinia, Amira usually plays with the local wildlife. Although, the one thing she enjoys most is horseback riding. At her estate in Aphinia, she owns an enormous female white horse named Epiphany. This horse shares the same psychic abilities as Amira. When the two are together, one can lend their strength to the other, both being each other’s life source. The last bit that shows who Amira is is what she stands for. One of the many things she stands for is peace and serenity. She believes that if her race can find some level of both again, then her beloved Aphinia may once again be livable, but alas, it has not. Because of this, Amira plans to travel and find a way that her race may become peaceful yet again. Biography: Long ago, in an enormous marble temple, an elfin child was born. This temple resided in Aphinia’s capital of Bea’ Armoire. Her parents were the elfin king and queen of Aphinia, her birthplace. Their names were King Tyrium and Queen Genevieve. After giving birth, the queen named her baby Amira, after the mythological goddess that had created Aphinia long ago. After Amira’s 40th birthday (approx. 5th birthday in our race), Amira started schooling. In Aphinia, schooling was free, but very different to what we know schooling to be like today. On top of extremely difficult math, language, etc., you would had to of learned about whatever talent that you had and advance in it. Aphinian boys and girls were completely sure of their talents at a very young age (mainly through odd dreams and, for instance if you were psychic, you would be able to read people’s minds, etc.), around their 20th birthdays. Therefore, Amira had started going to school with her talents is mind. These talents were telekinesis, horseback riding, archery, and swordsmanship. She advanced much quicker than anyone else her age. At around her 65th birthday, she received a pony and named her Epiphany. Within the upcoming week, Amira also received a sword and bow. Of course, these aren’t the ones she carry today, but are the amateur’s equivalent. After about fifteen more years of schooling (looking about the age of 15), she graduated and instead of going away and getting a job, she got private schooling, the human equivalent of college. This feat usually took a child of Amira’s age until their 90th birthday, but because of her advanced way of thinking, she graduated ten years before her fellow piers. If you were of Aphinian royalty, this was just expected of you and you HAD to attend or you were to be shunned. Amira attended, not because of her fear of being shunned, but because she wanted to. At this time, her schooling was far more intricate then anything a normal human being could possibly imagine. Your extra-curricular activities included what your talents were, and, in Amira’s case, they were telekinesis, horseback riding, archery, and swordsmanship like before. During her final graduation ceremony around 20 years later, Amira was given the sword she uses today. This sword had (and still does) a blade emanating with a sapphire aura. This is because of the fact that because of her mother and father being royal, Amira received the traditional Aphinian Royal Sword. This sword was made of the finest Aphinian crystals, crystals only found in the deepest depths of Armedia Forest, a forbidden forest plagued by atrocious monsters that resemble ogres. Armedia Forest is only legally entered by the brave and talented men and women who hunt for the Aphinian crystals. Along with her sword, Amira received the bow, the necklace she now wears, and the skill of lending her telekinetic powers to Epiphany and vise-versa. With that necklace, she has the ability to travel out of Aphinia without dieing. After the ceremony, Amira was sent away to the faraway land of Felavore to give word to the king and queen of a band of barbarians making their own land in Armedia. Felavore and Aphinia had started a peace-treaty long ago and when something dangerous or threatening came up close to either of them, a representative, usually the heir to the thrown, as a test of endurance and skill (only if he or she was of age), was sent to the other land to share the news. When a war erupted with either of them, the other land would help out. She was given plenty of rations and a scroll to present to the king and queen of Felavore. After a year of traveling to Felavore and back, Amira had returned to her beloved land of Aphinia, although it was the same. Everyone seemed on edge and to not remember who she was. This was a very odd sight considering Amira was a well-respected princess and would one day claim the thrown of Aphinia. When she arrived in Bea’ Armoire, her home and center of Aphinia, her sense of something vile happening had gotten worse. The castle, her home, had become deserted and blood-stained. Upon entering, her worst fear had been revealed to be true: her mother and father were held in the dungeon below the castle. Something very bad had happened and it didn’t seem that her fellow inhabitants of Aphinia cared very much at all. She went down the many stares into the cold, dank dungeon. Skeletons lined the walls. The smell of rotting corpses lingered heavy in the cold air. Kept in a cell, being beaten to death was her father. His clothes were but a bloody layer of clothing. The man/women (the gender could not be made out) who had just been killing her father, had turned at the sound of Amira screech. The thing lunged at her pulling her at her hair and clothes. Her father’s voice sounding tortured, yet wise joining Amira’s as they screamed for the thing to stop. As if it had understood what they said, it stopped, only to whack Amira’s head with a wooden and poorly made club. He/she then dragged Amira’s limp body down more steps and into a wet and pitch-black cell. Upon awakening, Amira’s head was pounding. She was going in and out of consciousness. The hard cobblestone-flooring had apparently bruised her delicate limbs to the point of bleeding above the skin. She fell into a coma like sleep until hours later when the same thing (or was it?) that had attacked her previously unlocked the door to the cell. He then opened the door and walked away. Amira’s began to get up, only to be stopped by the pain in every body part of her body and the fact that there was a chain connecting her wrists to the stone walls. All she could do was stare at the open doorway. She then remember her abilities, but could not use them for the fear that it could drain the last of her strength away; killing her. The torches that not lined the walls only made the situation worse. While Amira was groggily assessing the situation, a tall man entered the cell. This man was not like the barbarian that attacked her, but somehow seemed more evil. His face had a much more sophisticated look than the thing that attacked her, his eyes piercing her with an enormous amount of hate and distaste. “W-W- where am I..?” Amira mumbled. “In the dungeon of your beloved castle, remember? Oh wait, you must have been knocked out by that Armedian, right… Well, you should feel lucky. Because of that, you don’t know what had happened to you in this very cell, isn’t that nice?” His hateful, yet satirical voice rang out in the dungeon, echoing off of every cobblestone lining the walls. Huh?! What’s that supposed to mean? The buzzing in her head made it hard to think. “What do you want from me?!” “I want our freedom back, that’s what.” “W-W-what do you mean?” Her split lip pulsed with each quick heartbeat. “It seems like you still don’t have the brilliant mind that I thought you had. You poor, poor thing you. Well, I’ll let you go, but only because I feel bad for you. No, the real reason why I am going to let you go is because I don’t need to keep you here. I can see you wherever you are. I can interrogate you whenever and wherever you are. I can torture you in the same way I had while you were sleeping, even if you are on the other side of the Earth. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He laughed a horrid bout of laughter at something that was not funny at all. At that moment, Amira noticed the forked tongue that would lick the air almost rhythmically. He nonchalantly walked up to her, muffling her screams with one slender hand. “Did I say I was going to hurt you? No, I didn’t. Just be calm and I‘ll let you go.” His voice was now obtaining an irritated edge. Amira took in a long breath through her nose and let it out. The evil man then released her mouth and pulled a key out from one of the deep pockets inside his cloak and unlocked the shackles attached to her wrists. At this point, Amira could finally get a good look at him. He wore a black cloak with a hood shadowing his features. His eyes seemed to be pure black. He had no eyebrows or eyelashes. The nose he was accursed with was large and beak-shaped. He then turned around and walked out of the cell, only to turn and shoot a bolt of light into Amira’s face, forcing yet another scream out of her and putting her into another coma like sleep. About a day later, the man from before showed up in the doorway to her cell and screeched. This unearthly sound awoke Amira. She shook her head, trying to clear her head, stood up…… and froze. In front of her stood that awful man, although his calm composure was gone, revealing his true personality. He trotted over to her fearful body and slapped her face. “I though I told you that you were free?! NOW GO!!” Amira’s aching body somehow came up with the strength to move. She bolted out of the cell and down the hall. The cell that once held her father was now empty. She wondered if it were best if she stuck around to save her father, but the thoughts were dashed by another of the man’s foul screams. The stone steps seemed longer than they were before, but she made it to the top eventually. As Amira reached the surface, she dashed to the castle exit and fled to Epiphany. At the sight of her master, she let out a short whinny and Amira climbed on her back. Epiphany was trained out of Bea’ Armoire and into “The Blessed Fountain”. This fountain had water of the finest and purest of all of Aphinia. It was also blessed. Amira got off of Epiphany and sat down in the fountain. She tapped into the healing powers welling inside of her and healed her many cuts and bruises. With her strength renewed, Amira’s spirits were much higher and she began to hum a lullaby to herself, despite her anything-but-happy frame of mind. She then made sure that she hadn’t lost any of her talents by forming a small model of Epiphany. She then got up, yawned, and tied Epiphany to a tree and set up a small camp. After undoing her bedroll, she laid down and was immediately asleep. The next morning, Amira had planned to ride Epiphany to Felavore and tell the people there about the fate of her parents, the king and queen of Aphinia. Months later, after arriving in Felavore, Amira had broken the news to the king and queen there. They had suggested that she travel outside of Aphinia, for her own safety. They had also reassured that they would take care of everything and would send for her when they had resolved the issue. Knowing that she probably wouldn’t be able to help the situation if she disagreed, Amira promised to keep her nose out of it. She had decided to search for answers elsewhere, but had caught word of a tournament at somewhere called “The Dome”. Because of her hopes of somehow obtaining money if she won this, she decided to enter. The reward was not stated, but probably would be somewhat high and she needed that money to get the answers she needed, answers to the many question residing in her head. These questions regarded the fate of her mother and father, but more importantly, the fate of Aphinia and possibly the rest of the world. Pronunciation Guide: Amira – Ameera, Epiphany- Epifany, Tyrium – Tearium, Genevieve – Jeniveeve, Aphinia – Afinia, Bea’ Armoire – Bay Armua (think.. French accent), Felavore - Felavor
__________________  Previously known as Legendary Light and PrincessZelda64 Signature and Avatar made by: Lady Knives Official Adopter of: Grandmasta_Link Battle Arena Character(s): Akina and Amira *~Petite Penguin~* |
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__________________ I keep a cold exterior so as to preserve my warm interior. *hugs self* My BA character: Konus the Earthshaker www.heretic-gamer.com  |
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__________________ Shadow has taken Earth, Stone, Water, Ice, and Air. To keep hope alive, Fire flees. That is where the true adventure begins. This is the Legend of Maru Nui. |
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| Re: Character List Surge once had a name long ago, but he doesn't remember it. Instead, he goes by two other titles. Number: Project 39 Nick name: Surge Species: Gordothian Age: 26 Personality: He was raised to fight, so naturally he is very aggressive. However, he has a hidden loneliness to him. He may look like a blood thirsty, pure evil beast. But under his violence and frightening appearance, he has a soft side. Even though he does have a good side to him, he is very violent and it shows up much in both battles and in simple conversations. He doesn’t ever willingly show compassion; for he believes it’s a weakness, although he does have compassion over most living things. At one moment, he could be protecting a life, but the next moment he will realize how weak he was acting and create an excuse for it. He will eat anything, not having a particular taste. Once he devoured one of his fingers just to disturb his opponent. He has a sick sense of humor and idea for entertainment which he still clings to himself to add to his allusion of strength. Eyes: A strong shade of gold, they reflect light giving the illusion that they glow. Hair: None Appearance: He’s quite tall and very strong; his body is void of any scars due to his remarkable healing ability. He has two golden earrings, one on each ear. His body is covered in blue tattoo-like patches in various parts of his body, as seen in his picture. He is very muscular and his strength shows it. The artist’s depiction of Project 39 below doesn’t do his strength justice.  Height: 8 feet, 2 inches. Weight: 310 pounds, all muscle. Weapons: One of Surge’s various mutations in the past gave him countless retractable tentacles protruding from his back. The tentacles are very powerful and should not be underestimated. At the tentacles’ tips are small claw-like spikes, very deadly at close and medium range. One of Surge’s favorite weapons is his quick draw Architect Blaster Pistol. It can fire rapidly, or in powerful short bursts. Either way, when in contacts something it will knock them back greatly. The damage from the blast gives slight burns, but the blast itself isn’t that powerful due to it only being a quick-draw model. His primary weapon, however, is a black titanium masamune housed in a white sheath. His movement with the weapon is quite fast while the blade itself is virtually unbreakable. When Surge charges the sword with lightning, it uses up significantly much less energy than it would charged through other objects. As one of his last resort weapons, Surge has too undetectable hidden blades that can retract from his wrist cuffs. They are quite deadly for close quarters combat and are almost weightless, although quite powerful. Finally, simply his feet and hands are can be quite deadly weapons because of his razor sharp claws. They may be a nuisance when he’s handling delicate or breakable objects, but they will leave a nasty mark when he needs them to. He is heavily trained in hand-to-hand combat, being part of Slag’s most elite. Armor: Surge bears two metallic shoulder pads and wrist cuffs that protect him from any sort of slashing and piercing damage. They are near impossible to break, though they don’t cover much. He doesn’t have much need for armor, due to the fact his body regenerates his limbs, save for his head, almost instantly. Strengths: Surge’s senses are very keen. He can detect things as small as an insect crawling on the ground around him, to it flying off through the air. His smell, sight, hearing, speed, strength, agility, and feeling have all been genetically enhanced. There’s no sneaking up on this warrior. All Gordothians are born with a healing ability that, within a few weeks, they can regenerate lost limbs. Slag figured this speed was far too slow, so he genetically enhanced this feature. Now, Surge’s limbs can regenerate in mere seconds. Surge’s most powerful asset, however, is his strength. Once the Gordothian lifted a light one-man fighter craft, throwing it into another. It was an incredible feat, even for a Gordothian. Surge's strength is not to be underestimated. Weakness: One of Surge’s main weaknesses is that he is confined to one sort of elemental attack, lightning. It limits his elemental abilities, but usually he tries to keep to physical combat anyway. He is a strategist, but he has a tendency to act irrationally at times, relying entirely on luck and chance rather than science and probability. Sometimes it works for him, other times it doesn’t. Skills: When Slag raised Surge to be the ultimate soldier, he wanted to give him a power the rest of his troops didn’t have. So when Surge went through his various mutation processes, he was given the power to generate lightning from the energy already within his body. It took several tries, but finally the power was perfected. He can electrically charge the lightning through any part of his body or any object that he touches; this also includes other living things. When he charges his energy through metallic objects the lightning’s damage is increased. Sphere: Creates a sphere of energy Surge can generate from any part of his body or from his weapons. Uses very little energy, but is quite inaccurate. He can use this attack in rapid succession. Strike: Creates a blue strike of lightning that follows the electric signature that every living thing has in their body. It can be avoided by using another living thing as a shield. It’s a much more dangerous attack than Sphere, it’s near impossible to avoid due to it traveling at the speed of light. The speed of the attack breaks most magical barriers, but not all. This attack uses much more energy than sphere. Biography: Surge was raised by his loving parents, his father the governor of their civilization. He was going to grow and take his father’s place when he passed on. Everything was going to be great for the boy, until his sixth birthday. What a birthday present he received. From the sky, countless starships appeared without warning. The Gordothians were a peaceful race, but they were natural born warriors, they needed to be to protect their home. That day their natural born talent wasn’t good enough. The planet was wiped clean, very few Gordothians managed to escape. When the strange forces touched ground, their troops took the Gordothian underground caves by force. Surge charged into the intruders before the rest did, slaughtering as many as he could with his claws. It is said that the mind of a child is more brutal than the mind of the devil’s, combined with rage he was ferocious. Though the Gordothians fought bravely, they were killed off. Surge was knocked to the ground at one point. He became paralyzed, and had no means of movement. In his line of sight, he watched helplessly as his parents were slaughtered before his very eyes. That was the last thing he remembered. When he awoke, he was in a tube of water with an oxygen mask across his mouth. He struggled to free himself, but he was secured tight. He had no choice but to succumb to whatever they had for him. In his captivity, various painful tests and mutations were performed on him. Finally, he was released. He didn’t want to cooperate with anything they wanted him to do, because of how they killed his everyone on his home planet. The scientists couldn’t control the boy, so they were forced to erase his memories. The rest of his memories were entirely consisted of intense training and violent mutations. He was also tortured on occasion to build his endurance. One day, he met the man who was the leader of this strange organization, Keon Laan. The stranger took Surge as his apprentice, teaching him even more about combat and strategic decisions. He gave him the name he is known for, Surge. He gave it to him after the lightning mutations were performed on the boy. Finally, after Keon raised him for several years, he tricked Surge into being mutated one last time. That was when his tentacles were painfully added. It took Surge months to get used to them, but he never held the same respect for his “father” again. At the age of 20, Surge became Keon’s right hand man. His eternal obsession seemed to be trying to recover an artifact of great power. It was a portal capable of teleporting anything to anywhere in the known universe. It was Project 1, the first of Keon’s infamous experiments. It was the most successful thing he had ever invented, and it was stolen by a group of rebels. Keon and Surge together searched the galaxy until they finally discovered its location. Far away from the areas they ruled, it was found on the planet of Earth. Gathering their forces, they struck the planet without remorse. Finally, together they recovered it. As they fled with their prize, a cloaked counterattack was already prepared. Surge opened the portal given a mission to destroy the world the people of Earth were fleeing to. As soon as the gateway opened, the ship they were in was struck and Surge’s ship was sent flying through the wormhole. He could tell something was definitely wrong, but it was too late. When he awoke, his ship was smothered on a mountain side. He had no clue where he was, but he knew he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Surge was doing what he usually did every day, performing repairs on his ship. But suddenly he was attacked by a mysterious machine from Surge's own time and dimension. An assassin droid called Dark. He said he was sent by a man named Igner to eliminate him, this confused Surge greatly. Igner was third in command after Slag and himself, why would he send someone to kill him? But it was obvious, Igner wished to take command over Slag's place. Surge and the machine fought for hours, both evenly matched. Eventually, Surge was able to shoot it off the edge of cliff. But Surge knew that this robot was too powerful to be defeated so easily, so he was forced to leave his ship behind. He knew that Dark knew where he stayed; now he was forced to move from his spacecraft to find allies who could help him reclaim his ship.
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| Re: Character List Name: Sirius Amon Moris. When his name is spoken by the Dark God himself, the very elements of the earth tremble in response. He is known to many as the God of Darkness. But his most commonly used name was given to him after his freedom from imprisonment. They called him Sin, the result of everyone’s wrong doings. Age: Since before time itself. Race: Some think he is a demon, but it is hard to tell what he really is. He is a one-being race, none other like him. He is an abomination bent on sinister intent. Sex: Male Theme music: Liberi Fatali Seizure of Power Sonne Hard Rock Hallelujah (for kicks) Hair: None have seen it. Eyes: His eyes glow a bright white from beneath his hood. They send fear through those that look into them with the thought coursing through their mind that they may never see anything else again. Weight: No one knows how much he weighs, he can almost change his weight it seems because he can float and fly and push down with the amount of weight desired. Height: 7 feet, 3 inches. Weapon: Dual Blades: Mind and Soul: Sin wields two powerful swords he conceals within his cloak. Hidden inside, they fly from his sleeves into his palms when he needs them. These swords posses a unique ability to transform into any weapon desired. Sin has trained with the swords enough to morph them into any weapon from a kunai to a whip to a two-handed battle axe. The hilt itself is dangerous, covered in a dark essence and sharp points. If a mortal tries to wield his blades, their hands will be cut while their minds will begin to corrupt with darkness. The forms his swords usually take reach almost seven feet. They are broad and bear serrated teeth that run along the edges of both blades. The swords are sharp and strong, able to slice through most armor. The serrated teeth tend to lock onto flesh, tearing away one’s body to the bone. Sin’s swords are connected to him in a way where he can call them through the air without touching them, and sometimes without even motioning for them. At times he’s fought with the blades while attacking with his armored hands. It’s a very dangerous tactic that often confuses his opponents. A new ability gained from the Chamber of Memories incident allowed him to create weapons from any of the elements. He doesn’t use this much unless he finds it necessary. He would much rather use his own blades. Accessories: Sin once stumbled across a great warrior named Kenjin. He ran a group of powerful warriors he titled The BA Nights. He discovered that this clan had members who wielded great power, so he used the group to learn from them. When he joined he received a small medallion that resembled a sword. Kenjin told him that some day when he needed help the most, the medallion would activate a hidden power deep within. The medallion still hasn’t been activated, for Sin’s life has never been to the point where he needed it. Armor: his hands and feet are covered in invulnerable metal, but the rest of his armor has less protection since nothing can harm his body anyway, aside from his head. Strengths: Sin’s strength, speed, and agility are matched by very few. Some say he has no weaknesses in that area, but there are a few who have overpowered him in those areas. He once came across a mysterious warrior who he defeated, the man calling himself Bolt. He had an unusual ability to run faster than one’s eye, Sin killed him and devoured his power. Now Sin’s speed is his greatest strength. He can move at the speed of sound for short periods at a time, due to this incident. Weakness: Sin’s entire body is impossible to harm except for his head. Magic doesn’t affect his head as much anymore, fire and darkness not having any affect at all. Dark fire is now much harder to douse, required much more water to put it out. Most water dumped on it is evaporated into steam. At times, although it happens very rarely, Sin loses control and his rage gets the better of him. He doesn’t get angered that easily, but when he does he moves without thinking. This can be either an advantage, or a disadvantage depending on who he’s fighting. Skills/Magic: Sin possesses the ability to control the power of all the elements: Fire, Earth, Water, ice, Air, wind, lightning, and the rest as well as a strong influence of the power of Darkness. His magic is very powerful, yet doesn't require him to exert much because he uses the power of devoured minds instead of his own energy for attacking. If he ever uses this energy to the point where it is completely consumed, he will turn to his own energy which is much more dangerous. This has never happened, so the result of this happening is unknown. Other than the basic bending ability he has over these elements (such as sphere, beam, and other experimentations) he does have a few special techniques he likes to use. (See below) Sin’s favored element to wield is one no one else can control nor dispel: Dark fire. It behaves exactly like fire in every way, but is pitch black. Instead of being bright, dark fire would consume the light around it. Although dark fire doesn’t seem it, it is extremely hot. At its full power, Dark Fire can be hotter than the surface of the sun. The reason Dark Fire cannot be wielded by anyone else is because it's actually a part of Sin. He can create large amounts, but because it's a part of him no one can control it. If another dark being attempts to absorb the power, it will only harm them internally as a result. Sirius can fly and float without using any energy at all, he spends most of his time floating but if he must or if he simply wants to he will walk. Sirius also has the ability to render himself invisible. He cannot be seen when like this, but his dark presence can still be felt. Even though his opponent may know he’s there, they won’t be able to tell where he’s at. In addition to this, he has the power to move through any solid object he desires. One of Sin’s special abilities is to transform his outward appearance to match anyone he’s ever seen, including people in the memories of others he’s killed. When disguised as another he gains that person’s physical advantages, but their magic power can't be tapped into unless Sin has killed the person he's disguised as, in which case he has all of their abilities. Sirius doesn’t have to eat because of his immortality; instead he devours the minds of anyone he kills. When he does this he gains their knowledge and power as their energy is added to his own. He doesn’t devour minds by eating them; he does it several different ways. The two most common ways is he either shoves his hand in the side of their head, draining it of their brain. Or when he’s in a large battle he slices off their heads and sucks them into his sleeves. Inside his cloak, he devours everything in their head, discarding the skull afterwards. Sin’s dark influence is visible everywhere. Whatever he touches, whether it’s a tree or rock, it will transform into its dark form. Wherever he steps, the grass will turn black in response to his powerful presence. When he touches a human or animal they get a frightening shiver that crawls up their spine as if their blood had turned to ice. All fear Sin when they're near him, including other dark warriors. They might even be more powerful than him, but deep down they can sense that this monster shouldn't be taken lightly. Because of Sin's powerful influence over the elements, he's attempting to forge his own elements by creating things such as dark thunder and dark water. He hasn’t been able to perfect this yet because the keeper of the elements is always contradicting his actions, preventing him from keeping these elements stable for long. This only makes Sin angry, knowing that the creator is still stronger than he is. However he can still generate these elements for short periods of time. When the elements are in their dark form, their power is doubled and they cannot be blocked by magical defenses. However, using these dark elements requires Sin to use his own power instead of the power he gains from others. Sin can sense the presence of others. He can tell how strong they are simply by being near them. Because of this, Sin has been able to find individual minds that would suit him best, instead of killing randomly and hoping to gain significant power. Still, the old way of doing things is sometimes the most exhilarating. Sin's mind is untouchable by any sort of mental attack. In fact, if someone's trying to tap into his body in anyway, the result will be the attack using their technique on them self. Special Abilities: Dark Hand: Sin creates a giant, dark flaming hand from the ground combining the powers of Darkness and Dark Fire. The hand’s size can change to fit its target. The arm never completely leaves the ground, but it reaches above onto land. The hand is fast and grasps enemies quickly, squeezing hard as it burns them. Light attacks weaken it, but do not destroy it because of how Dark fire absorbs most of the light. When it’s weakened, brute force can break through it if strong enough. If they can’t free themselves, then it will explode doing significant damage. This power uses much energy, though Sin is training himself to where he can use it more. Only usable on land A weaker, but possibly more effective form of this attack creates dozens of smaller dark hands that rise from the ground, grabbing multiple enemies. These can be destroyed by swings of a blade, but will bring harm to the attacker after they vanish by sending a painful shock up their arm. The shock can be avoided by using ranged attacks or light magic. This move uses less energy than the larger hand. Only usable on land. Dark Tendrils Similar to Dark Hand, Sin can generate long tentacles made entirely of darkness from from any surface or from any part of his body. Like Dark hand they can squeeze and crush people, as well as explode when commanded. Unlike Dark Hand, the tendrils can't be harmed by light magic. However, despite their incredible strength, a mere slash of a blade with render them useless. Terra Rain: Sin uses the power of the earth beneath his opponent’s feet creating countless spikes that come at them from below. It has a large attack radius, and if it is somehow avoided, the bits of Earth will pass by Sin’s target and rain back down on top of them. This move is hard to predict and avoid. The spikes are small, but move fast, causing many wounds but with less damage. There is a slight chance that one of the spikes may land in a vital area on one’s body, puncturing a delicate organ and killing them. Sin uses this attack rarely because he sees it as being “too easy.” This move is most lethal in enclosed areas with hard surrounding rock. Only usable on land. Black Carnage: Sin focuses all of his power into his hands. He can use any element wished, but the easiest and most deadly he uses is dark fire. When the power is activated, two powerful beams of the chosen element emit from his hands in a constant stream. This tears through the surrounding land, causing massive damage to everything it touches. It’s quite dangerous because Sin can point the beams in any direction his arms can reach. This move is Sin’s most powerful yet. Absorb: When fighting his enemy, a small percentage of their strength and energy is lost, and given to himself. The amount is minuscule, barely noticeable, but it adds up when there are a lot of people around him. When in large combat situations he grows exponentially stronger. Absorbing the added force of everyone on the battlefield can make him all the more deadly. Appearance: Sin is a very dark warrior. His entire body is pure black, as dark as darkness can get. The only two features that stand out are his intense white eyes and bright golden teeth that shine through on occasion, but are quite dim. He wears a dark torn cape that waves behind him when he flies, it moving randomly with a mind of its own. Under his dark shrouds he is continually burning with dark fire. When angered, his fire grows bigger and more intense, flickering from the open folds in his clothes. Picture by DekuQueen  Picture by me  Personality: Sirius is a master of deception. He can convince anyone of anything. He is even more believable when he’s disguised as another person. He is an evil killer that believes if he consumes enough darkness and power from the minds of others, he will become unstoppable. He is also very good at keeping, and exploiting secrets. He keeps information of his own weaknesses hidden deep inside him at all times so his enemies would not be able to defeat him, even if they could read minds. He is very fierce, yet cocky in battle. When things are going his way he cracks some evil humor. No one has ever seen his face, although when he is about to kill someone he will sometimes reveal his face to them, but only if their deaths are certain. He doesn’t care about killing people fast, he cares about killing them in the most fun, imaginative way he can think of, and he has a big imagination. Biography: Sirius was a powerful angel serving under the all high Creator, master of the elements. Sin was one of the best angels that ever existed, although they didn’t call him Sin then. He fought with great power and was a good person. However, something would happen every time he’d visit the physical realm. Some said he would have secret meetings with someone outside the heavenly realm, but the entire truth was unknown. Whatever happened to him, his path changed drastically. The physical realm was under slavery to a dark element known as Dark Fire. The Creator and his top angels worked centuries to take it down. Finally, the Creator grasped the source of the dark power and took it to the Black Lake. Sin was there, wondering why everyone was celebrating. When he discovered what had happened, he cried out for the dark flame. The Creator cast the element into the dark lake just like he had with the other evils of the elements before it. Sirius leapt after the flame. As he fell, he snatched it in his hands just before both were submerged in the putrid Black Lake. Darkness took the angel, bearing down his throat and through his eyes. It filled his very pores, transforming his very essence. The lake was known as a dark place where all darkness the element creator found would throw away for the safety of the plenet, it was an evil place that even hell itself rivaled. The pain in the lake was severe, burning through the holy energies inside Sirius. For several years he remained submerged, not wanting to leave. He enjoyed the pain, he enjoyed the suffering, he enjoyed the raw power within the lake. It was his grotto, it was where he made his choice, though why he made it is still unknown. In the dark lake, Sirius burned and withered until he was nothing but darkness. Assumed deceased, the angels left him. After ages of the lake’s perversion, Sin emerged a completely different being. He tried to return to the heavens, but found he couldn’t any longer no matter how hard he tried. After several failed attempts, the Creator came to him and explained why. Sin committed a serious crime, for when he was cast into the lake he unleashed the darkness within it. The angel showed far too much passion for the evil that wasn't supposed to be, so the element master placed a curse on Sirius, forcing him to live on Earth with the people of the planet. Anger with Sirius began to boil toward the creator and the people of Earth. Sin trained in his power for vengeance, discovering many things he never knew he was ever capable of. His favorite feat, however, was the power to absorb others’ abilities after killing them. In his obsessive rampage, many races went extinct. Sin would return to the Lake of Death very often to absorb the power within it as well. As time passed on, Dark Fire grew stronger, living within Sin. It began to spawn beings of its own creation, nearly invincible and dark warriors, impervious to most anything. Sin’s army grew large fast, so he got overconfident and hasty. It was his downfall. Sin called the Creator of the elements down from the skies and fought him head on in a ferocious battle. Sin had forgotten the strength of the angel and his armies were decimated, sent back to burn in the center of the earth. The Creator of the elements pointed his blade at Sin’s neck. “How could you fall so far, Kegan?” Sin hissed and tried to strike his enemy, but instead he was frozen in place. The Creator closed his eyes and prayed a prayer of sealing and Sin was instantly banished from the earth. For the next several millennia, he was imprisoned in the core of the sun, left to burn for what was supposed to be an eternity. Inside the burning ball of gas he was tortured in his own personal Hell. Only one thing burned in Sin’s mind through his endless torment, and that was his revenge. It consumed him within the star. Over time he forgot many things. Most of all his memories vanished, including memories of him being a great angel under the Creator’s command. The power of Dark Fire was growing weak to him as well as many of his other abilities. The world was saved. However, there was one way for him to be unleashed once again. If Sin’s complete name were to ever be spoken again, he would be freed from his banishment. Even though the guardian’s of the land expelled his name from the planet, his name was spoken anyway. Thunder rolled, the earth opened, and the sky dyed red. Volcanoes erupted, the sky itself cracked, and the pits of Hell screamed in terror. Sin was free. No one knew how, why, or who did it. Someone freed him from his prison, and Sin didn’t care who. All that mattered was he was free and he had some loose ends to tie up. He would fight the element master again in the future, though he needed some work first. When he returned he would be ready. Until the Creator’s defeat, all Sin could do was torture the people of earth to anger the mighty angel. Maybe he would wait for the Creator to come to him. Sin built a kingdom, one fixed in the highest mountains. There he was king, though his empire was still weak. He had nothing but a few weak forces at his command, nothing worth mentioning. How he longed for his deceased army of old. After Sin’s first victory over a small city, he bred with a woman and had a son. When this boy grew, he would rule along side his father. Sin never liked to admit to help, but he knew that his Son would grow just as strong as himself. The boy’s mother named him Ford, but Sin decided not to name the lad until he earned the name himself. Before Sin’s child was conceived, he managed to enslave an entire elven race after months of battle. However, his hold over them wasn’t as strong as he hoped for. Under command of a brave elven commoner, the race managed to overthrow their masters. Leading an unexpected sneak strike into Sin’s main fortress, the elves destroyed most of his forces. In the process, they freed Sin’s mate and her son. Sin’s anger over-boiled. With the few soldiers that were left after the attack, Sin crushed the elven nation with one quick stroke, leaving no one alive. Every soul was killed; this was when a memory struck Sin’s mind. He went back through the city and devoured the minds of every dead elf in the ruined kingdom. His power doubled that night. He and his army searched the remains of the city, but his stolen son could not be found. Finally through his constant searching for his son, Sin came across a lone log house. When he arrived, he found his mate. He grabbed her by the neck and demanded to know where his son was. The woman whose name he never bothered to remember. A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke. “Ford is dead.” The woman was so convincing. Her voice would have convinced anyone as if she rehearsed saying that line correctly her whole life. That’s where Sin knew she was lying. He could tell when anyone was lying, even this woman. He pinched off her neck and watched her lay on the ground dead. She must have re-located the boy. Just as her scream was cut off, another man burst into the room. The woman must have gotten married, though that didn’t bother Sin. Still, this man was in his way. He killed him just as quick as he killed the woman, if only he knew where his son was. He would make a most powerful tool of war when he could be trained properly. But, until he found him again, he would discover other methods to grow in strength. During Sin’s rampage, a lone warrior encountered him. His name was Arthur Rune. Arthur’s goals and motives were unknown, but his skill in combat was so great it even rivaled Sin’s. With a struggle, Sin managed to injure him. He was about to devour this man’s mind, but before he could get near him he vanished. Arthur’s skill was insane, he performed magic unlike any Sin had ever seen before. He simply had to kill this man. It didn’t take him long to find him again. Arthur was still wounded from their previous battle and Sin was able to kill him without much of a struggle. When Sin devoured the man’s mind, a great power surged through his body. But at the same time, Sin could remember the warrior’s entire past. He had a family, three children to be exact. Before Arthur Rune died, he held the knowledge that his children bore the same power that he had. There was also a prophecy tied to the children, this is what shocked Sin the most. The prophecy stated that when three children descended from the powerful warrior Rune, they would together hold the power to free the world from the calamity, Sin. The exact prophecy was unknown to Arthur, the meaning distorted over time. At all costs, Sin would have to kill these children, not just for the power. This prophecy wasn’t just a false hope; it was written by the Creator’s superior. Sin went instantly the Arthur’s home, taking a while to find even with the man’s foggy memories. When he arrived, the place was deserted. Either the children moved elsewhere, or something else killed them. There was one way to find out though, but even that would take a long time. The Hall of the Un-happen, lost over the ages, would be the one way to find if the children were to survive. It was where all prophecies were created and written in stone, it a formation Sin would have to grab hold of in the future. But for now, he was stuck looking for them by hand. In Sin's search for these children, he found one of them. Tayler Rune was her name, she was weaker than he expected though, not having power that was even close to her father’s. When he thought the battle was going far too easy, suddenly the unexpected happened. Tayler, with her sudden hidden anger, gathered her strength and banished Sin from the battlefield with a powerful light based attack. This was before Sin's immunity to light attacks, so he was defeated. Later he returned to the scene, only to see that she had left. This put jealousy into his heart; he wanted more than ever to get that power. Sin’s long forgotten army was lost ages ago, it was his intention to find it again. This soon became his top priority. So he searched for these invincible warriors. His constant exploring paid off for he found their location, a door in an old abandoned forest. The door, however, was cursed. It was designed specifically for Sin, disallowing his entrance. As Sin traveled the land, by sheer coincidence he wondered across a war that was in the midst of battle. Remembering his old forces he used to eliminate the elven race that stood against him, he summoned them to battle. His army was very small, but determined and unwavering. Sin knew he was sending them all to their deaths, but they were just a tool to test his own strength. One of the commanders of the opposing army’s name was Gorin, a brilliant commander. Sin ran headlong into the opposing forces, slaughtering with his own prowess in battle. His army’s morale was infinite, charging through the opposing warriors without fear. Even though his army was a sixth the size of his enemy’s, he took down a good deal of them. In the end, every last one of his soldiers died when the two opposing armies joined together. Sin was surprised that his skills as a strategist hadn’t dwindled much over the years. He left the battle with a few discouraging words to his enemies’ forces. He would return to Gorin again in the future, he was a magnificent fighter and strategist. It would be interesting battling him again. Sin had once fought along side a warrior named Kenjin; he soon found that the warrior’s strength greatly surpassed his own. Kenjin was the leader of a clan called the BA knights. Only so he could learn the power of this worthy warrior, he teamed up with the master clan, hoping to one day surpass every member of the group. Suddenly, the group ceased activity. All Sin had left was a trinket he received when joining, a small necklace in the shape of a sword. He was told when he needed help the most the medallion would activate a great power to aid him. As Sin expected, he met up with Gorin on more than one occasion. In their latest encounter they entered a hidden temple called the Chamber of Memories. When inside, Sin’s entire memory was returned to him. His full potential was remembered and his power increased two fold. He was no longer just the master of deceit; he turned from his previous weak ways and took on the name the God of Darkness. Yes, no mistake this time, he knew he was hearing what he thought he was. Every time his full name was spoken, he could hear it, but this wasn’t just one person speaking his name; it was an entire population. It was a chant, as in some sort of worship. Either that… or they were trying to summon him. If it were the latter, they would get their wish. Sin would take a look at this society; then use them to his advantage. The God of Darkness took a moment to get his bearings, and lurched off into the night. Their location was distant, but at the speeds he was traveling he would get there in a matter of minutes. What would he do with these people? Would he kill them all from the very start? Or possibly, they might serve him as some other sort of use. He hadn’t had an inside connection to the humans before, perhaps he could use these people to his advantage in a different way. Some things couldn’t be solved by killing, having a civilization to build his rule on was what he had planned on from the start. Until he had his army up and running again, these fools would have to do. At last! Sin gazed for nearly a full hour at his prize. What are the odds? Who would have known? The Black Lake. He found it. Sin flew to the edge of the waters and drank long and deep. He hadn't the slightest idea that the words he was hearing would lead him here. He took his time drinking, but eventually stopped himself. Something was amiss in the water, there was definitely something missing. It still had power, but it was very dim. He couldn't feel the same strength he felt in it before. What happened? Why was the lake dying? No, that couldn't be it. Was it resisting him? Was the lake refusing him its power? He could still hear his name being chanted. He'd come back to the lake later, but for now he'd have to discover who was summoning him. He followed the sound to a small village just off coast, and what he saw surprised him. A bunch of humans were gathered around a bonfire, dancing and chanting his name as if it were a demonic worship service. The idea that he was being compared to that devil scum made him cringe, he wasn't a demon. Sin decided to please his worshipers anyway, appearing in a dramatic fashion to quench their thirst. Suddenly, the bonfire roared, tongues of flame licking the sky. The blaze crackled and buzzed; everyone falling quiet. All eyes were focused on the fire, or rather what was inside. In the center of the flame, a dark and ominous figure loomed. He was blacker than the night sky, eyes piercing out of the shadows. It was amazing how the fire around him didn’t even singe his clothes. "Sirius Amon Moris!" They all said in unison. They all bowed before their god. All but one. Sin stared at the static man and studied him briefly. He didn't care if he was worshiped or not, but for some reason... this guy resisting him made him angry. He stared into the featureless face before him. He got a good long stare, trying to figure out why exactly this man had no distinguishable features. He couldn’t sense life in the man, but he knew it was there. There was something peculiar about him, and he would find out soon. Sin noticed everyone was bowing to him now. It was no doubt that he was their god. They were all very devoted, and many were excited. It appeared as if they all were born for the day they would meet him. One of the bolder humans, probably their leader, raised his head from his place on the ground, trembling before he spoke. “Oh great sculptor, long have we awaited your return!” Sin turned to stare the man in the eye. He trembled for a brief second, and then continued. “Here we have a sacrifice for you, a possessed monster from the black lake.” Sin’s attention was snagged by those words. Could it be… the Black Lake? Sin’s attention snapped back to the faceless one once more. He came from the black lake? How? Sin was the only one! He was the only one! Why did the Black Lake accept another? Impossible! Why did that delectable black water betray him? He’d find out soon enough. Sin whipped his clawed hand out of the fire, digging it into the stranger’s faceless skull. So it began. Sin’s hand scrounged around the inside of the stranger's head, but... his brain was missing? There was no mind, no life source. This guy was a spiritless shell. He vanished. Sin’s eyes were wide with amazement. One second he was there, and the next… “Hello, pawn.” Sin wheeled around, swinging his blades where this stranger was once standing, but in his place there was nothing but a white smoke. Sin cursed. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy if it were true that he came from the lake. A gust of wind from behind signaled his attack, and Sin’s blades were ready to block it. The first clash between the powerful combatants only began a series of many other strikes. Sin moved back, taking the defensive. He never took the defensive. He couldn’t think clearly. He could only block and walk backward, he’d have to move up to his more powerful techniques already. The villagers moved away to make room for the two, surprised at how their prisoner escaped and retrieved his blade without them noticing. Still, watching their god in action amazed them. They weren’t afraid to die if they got in the way. This was a great day, and death on this day would be an honorable one. The faceless fighter heaved his dark blade through the air, just barely missing his target before Sin sunk through the ground. He vanished nearly at the same time, appearing on the roof of a nearby cottage. Sin was gone, or invisible. The stranger didn't know which, but was secretly pleased. The dark lord appeared from behind. He didn’t have to turn around, he saw him anyway. A mere fraction before Sin’s blade would have struck him, a dark portal suddenly swallowed him up, spitting him out a second portal directly in front of the faceless man. The stranger heaved his blade toward his back, meeting metal with metal. Sin signaled one of his weapons to fly on its own. The faceless saw it, catching it in a black hole, sending it into the ground below. His blade met Sin’s again, grinding down its serrated teeth to the guard. The god of darkness let go of his sword, the faceless flipping it off to the side. Sin back-flipped off the building and to the earth below, simultaneously firing an orb of black fire. He saw it coming, and enveloped it in one of his swirling portals just before Sin’s blade returned to fighting him. Again he sent the blade away with his vortex ability. “Is that the only trick you can do?” Sin shouted from below. On queue, dozens of the same black portals covered the area. One of the villagers accidentally stepped in one, falling out another somewhere in the distance, screaming. There were so many it was hard to see the sky. Sin stared at the swirling doorways, intrigued by their design and function. Did the black lake grant him this ability? Whatever it was, Sin wanted it, but this faceless man didn’t seem to have a mind to devour. What was this guy exactly? The faceless stabbed his sword into the roof of the building, removing his hat with his other hand. “This is true power, Sirius, the ability to outwit your opponent, not sheer force. No matter how strong your attack is, I’ll be able to deflect it.” His voice, where was it coming from? He knew he was the one speaking, but his voice didn’t come from a particular direction. It seemed to be sounding from within his head. It didn’t matter, Sin would kill this thing soon enough. The faceless man tossed his hat through a vortex. It was then that Sin noticed how the portals were lined up, realizing the razor sharp blade lining the rim of the stranger’s hat. The hat flew from one hole and into another, coming out one more and back through another. It was zipping rapidly through and across all the different doors, moving through them quickly in his direction. If Sin tried to move, he would fall through one of the portals due to there being so many, but if he stood still the hat would hit him. He let the hat come. Sin smirked. Finally, the bladed hat was upon him. First it passed through his chest, not harming him the slightest, but when it came back from a different portal, it was flying true toward his only weak spot: His head. Sin saw the projectile coming. He could have dodged it, but he didn’t. He grabbed it with one hand, blade doing nothing to his armored hand. Sin began to laugh. “Your tricks don’t work on me.” His voice trailed off because when he turned his head back to the faceless, he wasn’t there. The portals all vanished. Sin spun around, sword snapping into his hands. He swung hard, decapitating the stranger’s head from his body. But he also received a wound: A sword through the front of his head, out the other side. Both stood there for a full minute. A headless body and a skewered god. Neither moved, neither fell. Sin stared at the blade lodged in-between his eyes. He stared at the designs, the blackness of the blade. It was foreign, even to darkness itself. It was darker than darkness, much like himself. A familiar presence suddenly filled his head, and he knew what he was looking at. He knew this sword, and it hurt. “So you understand now.” The faceless said. Sin took a double take. The man’s head was back as if it were never missing, his hat even atop his head once again. He slid the sword from Sin’s skull, wiping it off on his pants. Sin snapped his neck to the side, his head healing slowly. “So you come from the black lake.” He didn’t respond to his question, though it sounded more like a statement. Instead he got straight to the point. “Sin, I have the key.” The dark god didn’t move. Did he mean… that key? “The key?” “The key needs to be unlocked before it can work.” Sin paused. It was that key. “How many?” “Nine hundred and ninety-nine.” The villagers stirred. They could hear him now. “Then we better get started.” He wasn't sure if he should trust this man, but he did have the key. With that key... his true power would finally be unlocked, and he would lay siege to the world. Battles and RPGs: Darkness [Complete] Wielders of the Stars [Dead] Quest for Bengalia [Dead] Chamber of Memories [Complete]
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